Fall'n into the sear
In my stead, a curse to hither
'til my bones, my flesh shall disappear
Canst thou nought raise a blade of sweetened fear
A bane to a burdened forest
Heal him down a bow, to a tyrant's ear
Petty face of the fog
Thou daren't drown a kiss of mist
Lest there be to famine's cleanst
Thy pouring fiend
O'er harness upon back
Thou mar in callst a blade
Palter within us a hark
Thou surely shalln't fight with thee
"Here may thou seek a tyrant"
Thou oppos'd dammn'd behold a kiss'd cry,
Ultimately ripp'd
Or none hast that be.
Tell them
Open their eyes
See the truth hear the facts
Listen to the wise ones always
Tell him
Tell him
Always be kind
Shine with the brighter stars
Let the man match his own shadow
Tell her
Tell her
How to be strong
And how to hold her own
Give her gifts of light and power
Tell me
Tell me
Which side you picked
Why do you palter so
Our time was rich but now it's done
Tell them
I'm disillusioned of this modern world
This quantum, promise-palter singularity most days leaves me hollow like empty Technology
Picture an old colour tv- tubeless workless-
abandoned on an urban bombsite; that's me
Deep unsettled forebodings haunt my sleep, itself a fitful deal
On better days, I see the plan
But most days the pit looms larger than an internal universe of anxious raving racing outward expansion
It's possible I've aged enough - just enough, mind - to have become the prick the younger me kicked against.
Not likely though. The evidence overwhelms.
This time-ripping exponentiality denies all of my feeble tries at the explanatory
Let's see, shall we?
The ineptitude of THAT maternal platitude both exacerbates and contradicts the corollary
You see? That's the point now.
The Mask has slipped
And has anyone even noticed?
Let's see.
Let us see.
To whom do we make this silent plea?
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